A tender admission of how self-image fades under the weight of endless roles and expectations—and the desire to reconnect with the person within.
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A tender admission of how self-image fades under the weight of endless roles and expectations—and the desire to reconnect with the person within.
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It’s been years. I see tired eyes, new lines, and a face that’s always “on.” I used to smile more. I want to find that woman again—the one who laughed without checking the time.